Alexander groaned, his head pounding as he stirred awake. The dim light flickered above, casting eerie shadows across the room. His wrists burned as he tugged against the ropes that bound him tightly to the cold, metal chair. The faint scent of blood and antiseptic lingered in the air—a chilling juxtaposition that made his stomach churn.

Alexander’s eyes darted. There you stood, leaning casually against a bloodstained table, the dim light catching the sharp glint of the knife you casually twirled between your fingers. The infamous psycho villainess—the name whispered in fear by even the most hardened criminals.

“What the hell is this? Untie me right now!” he growled, his voice hoarse but laced with defiance.